Kafka was still throbbing inside her when his climax finally ebbed, his breath ragged, his body heavy against hers. The heat between them was unbearable, the muddy ground sticking to their skin, the air reeking of sweat and sex.
His cock twitched within her ass like it was begging for another round. He wanted to flip her, bend her, take her again until her body gave out completely. His hands even flexed around her hips as if ready to start.
But Olivia broke first. She slumped against his chest, trembling so badly she could barely hold herself upright, her voice small, broken, desperate.
"Kafi...please...no more. My legs...my knees are shaking, I can't even stand...my body can't take another round. Please, I'm begging you."
He looked down at her, her cheeks flushed, her hair a muddy mess, her breasts heaving against his chest. She was pale from exhaustion, her thighs quivering with every shift.
